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John P. Dunster?" "He left yesterday morning," Hamel said. "I saw him go. He looked very shaky. I understood that Mr. Fentolin sent him to Yarmouth." "Did Mr. Fentolin know that there was an enquiry on foot about this man's disappearance?" Kinsley asked. "Certainly. I heard Lord Saxthorpe tell him that the police had received orders to scour the country for him, and that they were coming to St.
Fentolin promised at once to put his installation out of work for a time." "He has done plenty of mischief with it already," Kinsley groaned. "However, it was Dunster I came down to make enquiries about. I couldn't help hoping that you might have been able to put us on the right track." Hamel sighed. "I know nothing beyond what I have told you." "How did he look when he went away?"
"The school house went up in short order, and one of the Kinsley boys came by on a Saturday, and he says, says he: 'Jordan, ther school'll be open Monday mornin, and the teacher'll be down for supper on Monday night. 'Send him 'long, says I. I thought he gin a queer kind o' a igiotic laugh, but he said, 'All right, and rid along.
Seymour Fentolin. She is a strange, tired-looking woman who seems to stand in mortal fear of Mr. Fentolin. She is always overdressed and never natural, but it seems to me that nearly everything she does is done to suit his whims, or at his instigation." Kinsley nodded thoughtfully. "I remember Seymour Fentolin," he said; "a really fine fellow he was. Well, who else?" "Just the nephew and niece.
The boy is half sullen, half discontented, yet he, too, seems to obey his uncle blindly. The three of them seem to be his slaves. It's a thing you can't live in the house without noticing." "It seems to be a cheerful sort of household," Kinsley observed. "You read the papers, I suppose, Dick?" he asked, after a moment's pause. "On and off, the last few days.
A spy of his succeeded in learning more than any of our people, and without being arrested, too." "And who is this singular person?" Hamel asked. "A man of whom you, I suppose, never heard," Kinsley replied. "His name is Fentolin Miles Fentolin and he lives somewhere down in Norfolk. He is one of the strangest characters that ever lived, stranger than any effort of fiction I ever met with.
The annual convention met in the public library in Newark and it was voted to petition Congress for a Federal Suffrage Amendment. Dr. DeHart was elected president and the other new officers were Mrs. Ella A. Kilborn and Miss Mary D. Campbell, secretaries. Miss Mary Willits and Mrs. Mary B. Kinsley were the only other officers who had been added in the past seven years.
"We all have an idea," Kinsley replied grimly; "India for Russia; a large slice of China for Japan, with probably Australia thrown in; Alsace-Lorraine for France's neutrality. There's bribery for you. What's to become of poor England then? Our friends are only human, after all, and it's merely a question of handing over to them sufficient spoil.
Julia Ward Howe, who had passed away, and after resolutions by Mrs. Colvin the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" was sung. Mrs. Decker presented a flag to the association in honor of Mrs. Sexton, the former president. Mrs. Kinsley gave a greeting from the Equal Franchise Society. How it Works in Wyoming was told by Mrs. May Preston Slosson, Ph.D., and Dr. Edwin A. Slosson.
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